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Please review.
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Genma ran down the muddy streets, running like one who Death had approached and asked for change for a dollar. His face was streak white, his gi with streaks of red splattered across it. People tried to ask him what was a matter, but their voices where left behind in the wind.
He was fraught mad with the images in his head, the images of the blood... the images of his son...If only he could find help! Like the Master! No... maybe not the Master, but maybe someone else! Perhaps a priest or something! Yeah right, Genma cried with closed eyes as his feet left imprints in the deep, he didn't think any amount of Intervention, Divine or not could help save his son now!
*-*-* Down the road say six, seven miles away *-*-*
Ranma Saotome, a mere boy of seven, or at least that is what it said on the birth certificate, lay decimated, his flesh was torn and singed like it itself was old tattered cloth. "Pa... Papa..." He cried. Ranma's body was ripped, and one thing kept it from being completely torn were the innards that connect either ends. A miracle would be proclaimed that because his heart still beat. But a body glowing with flames, holding the remains of the child, said elsewise.
"Pathetic... You long for the one who left you? He let's you bleed and left you to satisfy my stomach? One that could easily consume more than ten men the size of your father." He held the child none to softly, but none too harshly. "Hmm... He still beats with innocense. What innocense.... If perhaps I could corrupt him.." The demon smirked at his plaything.
"Papa!" The little child squirmed in the demon's grasp.
The demon raised his head to the sky and cackled then returned his look at the child, more appropriatly, his heart. "You have a great potential little one.." He let his mouth form a grim smile. "Perhaps enough for us to win this war?"
The flames died down, or seemingly did so, for now the body of the demon evoked invisible, unbearable waves to all natural life. Trees bent and twisted in abhorred ways, like tortured souls that screamed in unsounding agony, plants turned black and blue, some started to light a kindle but not spread beyond barely a spark. But in all of this, the demon was the most horrible of all.
His forearms where thin and bony but sinewy all the same, the elbows protruded spides and the fingers that held the child where strong with curved compressed ivory nails. His chest was thinly stretched with flesh, though in itself was stronger than iron, sculpted out it's own bones. The head protruded two tusks silvery as steel, but moon immatating color., the fangs jutted out and in like opposing knives. The legs looked like stelagtites, rocky and firm. The demon's toes came out in human imitation, but ended in talons.
His whole body seemed unhealthy, his breath seemed decay... And the only living thing on him, was the child that was on the verge of death himself, only kept alive by the whim of the demon.
"Maybe you could be our little hellbringer.." The demon chuckled. "Yes... Perhaps you could see your father again? I wonder what the master would say." With a roar, he sent out a forcfull explosion from the waves he was producing.
"Papa! PAPAAAA!!!!"
Then, the demon vanished, leaving a giant sizzling creator in his place.
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Nine or Ten some odd years down the line
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"You WRETCH! You will do this till your soul fades away! Now do it again! Right this time!" The demon yelled.
A human form struggled to bring itself to it's knees. "Shut up! I don't see you doing anything!" The voice came in three's, a childs voice, perhaps one of seven, a teenagers voice, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, and a deeper voice like the demon's. Yet they where all undoubtably male.
They trained in the pits of hell itself. The demon before the male stood with his arms crossed, looking pissed at the male. "Hurry fool! You grow slack!" The demon shouted. "You sound like a fallen angel there! Griping about your wounds!" He clenched his jaws. "Now get up!"
"What did you just call me?" The male growled and ran towards the demon. His skin was black and finely toned, black like dark jet it was. His eyes shown out in a sick bright green colour, surrounded by bleach white marks (1). "TO OBLIVION WITH YOU!" The male roared in agony and in anger as he forced his body to change.
SHINKTT!
SHINKTT!
With in an second his arms turned into elongated blades that attatched themselves to his arms. The demon threw his head back and laughed at the male, who in return yelled and increased his speed. When the male was within range, the demon lashed out with a front kick to the shin, completely shattering the male's right leg.
"UGH!"
The male faultered, but swung his blades, narrowly slicing thinly at the demon's legs. The male grunted in exhertion and healed his kneecap. "RAAAH!" With that, he spun around and uppercutted the demon, the blades on his arm slicing his chest.
"Stupid wretch!" The demon yelled, clutching the wound. "Do what you are told!" The demon snarled as the wound healed itself. "You can do better than that!"
The male snarled back. He crossed his hands over his chest and concentrated. Slowly, the fires in hell started to wrap around him, consuming his body untill it shown like a blood red star. "GAHENA TAKABISHA!"
BLAM!
The demon flew backwards into the cavern wall as a red fireball, two meters in diameter, 28.26 cubic feet in area, and containing lots of power, collided with him, leaving his important body parts open for display.
"I hope that's good enough for ya, bakayaro-sensei." With a smirk, the male bowed and walked off.
The demon grumbled at his student. For 357 years, he had taught that boy! Or at least in hell years, and he was being defeated by the stupid runt. The demon crawled forward. They had been fighting on the Plateau of Pain, so richly named because it was indeed the training place of the underworld. The place where the great Diablo III came practice before he terrorized the upper realms! To think, he, a full fleged captain of the Devil's Briggade lost to a stupid hell spawn he raised! If it wasn't for D-sama he'd, he'd -
"Is he ready yet?"
"D-Sama!" The demon yelled out in surprise. D-sama, the lord of the fallen, ruler of Hell (elected), dude from down under, and other names had come finally to take that pain in the --- er, hell spawn away finally! "He should be ready." The demon mummbled. He would have stood in attention but he was a bit preoccupied holding inside his innards. "I trained the wretch long enough."
"You WILL respect the hell spawn!"
"Why should I?! He isn't anything to me!"
"HELL SPAWN CLASS A CHAMPION ACCESS"
The demon let go of large intestines which caught on a rock and punctured and spilled out its uh.... recycled material. "WHAT?! I've served your father faithfully for several millenia and I never recieved a promotion once!" He was about to go on when his liver fell out into the lava river.
"SILENCE!" The Devil yelled. The captain fell backward "BEGONE BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO ASH AND FEED YOUR REMAINS TO THE TORTURED!"
The demon's hands fell limp at his sides, his face(?) went stark white and he ran for all his ability, occasionally tripping on his small intestine.
*-*-* Hell Spawn's chambers*-*-*
"I wonder what's taking him so long." The hell spawn muttered and paced around in his 'room'. It was made of onyx, the chairs, bed, even the table was carved from it. It was the life of a spartan. "Stupid moron. He probably fell into the river." He snorted at the thought of the large demon flailing helplessly in the lava river.
"Your training is over little one."
The hell spawn did a spinning front flip and landed in his sensai's stance. "Who's there?" He shouted out.
A humanoid demon, red scales, spikes, talons.. Overall bad guy, stood at the entrance. (2)
"Who the heavan are you?" He called back.
"I am the Devil of this Hell." (3)
The hell spawn laughed. "Y-you?! Hahahahah! You have to be kidding me! The old fart was stronger than you! HAHAHAHA!" The hell spawn laughed at the ruler of the underworld, and soon, he was sucking in air, holding his sides from his laughter.
"SILENCE!" The image shouted. The shockwave from his voice sent the hell spawn flying into the wall making cracks in the onyx walls around him. "Now that I have your attention... Your purpose is to go to the upperworld. Once there you will weaken their forces by sacrificing their defenders to me." Diablo raised his arm and clenched it tight. "After their strongest have fallen, we will take that pitifull escuse for a planet and use it's souls to overthrow heavan."
"Ugh... " He struggled to a knee.. "So you want me to kill some people.." Ranma smirked at the Devil. "What do I get out of it? Why can't you go?"
Diablo laughed and turned his back on him. "Those angels locked me down here years ago and trusted the seal with their descendents and those on Earth." He cracked his knuckles one fist at a time. "You will be given power beyond..." The devil thought about it for a minute.
Hell spawn rose to his feet."Beyond what?"
"Power enough to rule one of the 7 hells. If you wish of more, complete your tasks now!" Diablo said to him. He walked towards the exit. "You will need a new body. Your current flesh is of no good. Jusenkyo will provide you with a magical body undetectable by Heavan."
"Jusenkyo?"
Diablo looked over his shoulder. "It means, Springs of Sorrow. My forefather cursed the grounds, killing the populace. There he also struck a magic bed which kept the souls from reaching heavan. Other hellspawn have used Jusenkyo. Thier forms have helped them."
Then the Devil looked at the Hell spawn. "Tell me boy.. Are you afraid?"
The Hell spawn clenched his fists. "I ain't afraid of nothin'!" He yelled.
"Good. That is good..." The devil began to walk off. "You will be transported to Jusenkyo via magic. Don't worry about packing. Oh yes... Your name... Your sensei held it for power over you. Never give your true name to an angel. They will use it against you, the truth will break you if they find out."
The hell spawn's strength waned quickly and he fell to the floor. What was going on? The room started spinning and his stomach felt like it had been trampled on by a 10ton Oni demon.
"RANMA SAOTO---"
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Akane Tendo awoke with a start, soaked with sweat. 'That same dream.' She brought her knees to her chest. 'No not that same dream again.' Sobs broke through her night gown slowly as pale light trickled through the windowcill. The dream had taken her to her mother's death bed. Akane had been holding her mother's hand when the matriarch died, saying that she felt the angels pulling her to Heavan.
She stiffled her tears and put a cap on it all again. She had to be strong now, dreams or no.
Akane slipped quietly into her uniform, feeling melancholy through her bones. Her mantra about hating boys had ended years ago. It stopped around when Uncle Genma came around and helped her father get back on his feet. Uncle Genma had taught her the art, and how to conceal her feelings like hate and sorrow. She had learned well.....
Soft noises where heard as she made her way to the kitchen.
She learned very well indeed.
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In Heavan
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A lone figure knelt in a place of clouds, his knee compressing in the fog-like cloud and listened to some one above physical form.
"Do you know your mission Light-bearer?"
A figure in a tatered mantle that rapped condencingly around him nodded in response. He wore no hood and held his head down as to not allow anyone to see his face. His clothes where loose and humble, dusty and caked in dirt. His bootswhere toughed from their long wear as if it had gained callouses from their continous use. "I understand Raphael-san." He replied.
"Good. I will drop you in Jusenkyo after his return to the middle realm. You must choose a form for yourself there to disquise yourself in."
The location the figure was in was only noticable in location from the thick, enveloping fog that floated around. It held no boundaries, just stoped flowing at parts, signifieing there was no where to go.
"Raphael-san. How am I to recieve help if I need it? How can I conquer -it-." The figure spat at the last word.
"You will not need our help Light-bearer. All you need is your name, from which we have saved from you even this day." The figure looked upward, letting sacred light bathe on his face, the mark of his trials on his forehead, a bandanna of silver luster. He smiled into the light as he heard his name spoken to him. "Ryoga Hibiki, go to the world, protect it, and keep the hell spawn from destroying it."
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Ranma Saotome expanded nature's vocabulary as the embodiement fumed down a path. "Why the heavan did I have to fall into that spring?!" Ranma's voice carried as melodiously as a gentle humming bird... with a twenty-two behind it's back. "Ow.. Ouch...OwowowowowOOOOOW!! DANG TWIGS! STUPID HUMANS WHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE SUCH SOFT SKIN?!"
An angry redhead stomped off in the general direction of the Amazon Village. Regular people would have said, that at the speed she was moving, and in her condition... They would call it... streaking.
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Dante started the engine on his mortor cycle. Lucia will have to find her own way to deal with herself... despite how much it pained him. The son of Sparda sniffed once and no more. He revved it up and left. Dante felt a new pull... One that was as strong as the one towards the Arcana.
He would not let any more suffer by something so powerfull.
With the Rebellion strapped to his back and his two pistols, Ebony and Ivory, at his sides... Dante, the son of the great Sparda, left to slay another demon.
All the while, Dante's amulent glew dimly.
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In the midst of space, an entity foresaw the black. She foresaw the destruction of peace. Or possibly... The preservation? This... Ranma was to be watched... If he did not cause chaos, then the crystal dream would be a reality. If not...
The Senshi of Time gripped her staff tightly, her gloves grinding from pressure.
Then God help them all.
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Cologne broke out of her meditations. A powerfull lifesource was heading this way. She grabbed her staff and ran out of the house. "Great-grandmother? What's a matter?" Shampoo asked sleepily, the elder's sudden movement and making actual noise woke her up.
"Go back to sleep Xian Pu. There is something I have to take care of." Shampoo seemed to buy her excuse and laid back down on her futon.
Cologne ran out into the jungle. A stranger would get lost, but the elder had traveled these woods for years. As such, she knew exactly were to go. What was that sound....
A motor?
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Ranma cursed her luck. Just great. Now Dante had found her. Ranma willed the human body to disapear and his battle form to come to surface. Dante was a legend and a horror to the demon realm. Being te heir to the legacy of the great Sparda who forced the demons off of the middle realm, he pulled alot of weight.
Now a he, Ranma clung to the limbs of a tree and forced his chi to mix with the tree's, turning him invisible. Dante would be on him any time now. If only he had a diversion!
*"You there, you tresspass on the grounds of the Amazons."* A whithered crown barked out to the oncoming vehicle. She held a staff and stood maybe 3".... Wait... Ranma's claws dug into the tree bark. Not Cologne of the Amazons! Not her too! Ranma snarled slightly. Just his luck.
A human riding an aged motor cycle screeched to a stop just before Cologne. He wore a red trenchcoat and wore armor. A black sword was strapped to his back and pistols at his sides. Ranma sniffed the air... Yes, he was a half-demon. This was the great Dante. "Listen. You are in a very dangerous position." Dante reached to his sides and approached Cologne.
Cologne's eyes widened. He spoke English. And an intruder as well...
Ranma froze, his eyes widened. Could Dante sense him?! "I'd suggest you move." Dante told Cologne quietly. "NOW!" Dante pulled out his black and white pistols and started fireing exactly at Ranma.
"What?!" Cologne yeleld as she watched the bullets fly in the wind.
"GRR!" Ranma rolled off the tree limb and onto the ground, the bullets narrowly missing him, flying by harmlessly. Now that he was on the ground, he was visible. And was in dead sight of two of the most dangerous demon slayers in the world... Living that is. "Oh... Shit...."
Cologne whipped out her legendary staff, blessed by the most honored spirits, and took a position. "I see... You fancy yourself a demonslayer boy?" She raised an eyebrow at Dante but didn't blink. "Then let's defeat him before he get's away."
Dante smirked. He looked Ranma in the eyes. What was it he wanted? Dante wondered. He has pride... Too much pride to run without a fight... Dante showed his pistols to Ranma and holstered them, pulling out the Rebellion. "He isn't just a demon you old goat." He remarked, pointing at the hell spawn with the tip. "This one is a Hell Spawn."
Ranma fell into position. To heavan if he was going to go down without a fight. "So? You have a problem son of Sparda?"
Cologne eyed her ally wearily. "You have much to explain young one." She focused on Ranma again. "Let us end this fight."
Ranma thought of all the spells he could use. Stupid sensei, if only he had allowed Ranma to master minions, this wouldn't be so hard! "Then just bring it." Ranma changed his stance again, standing with both hands behind his back. To Cologne, she knew he was ready. To Dante... He knew Ranma was up to something.
"RAAAH!" Dante charged forward, swinging forward with the Rebellion. Ranma leaped back, the swing going under him, 'If this is all to Dante, no sweat.' He didn't see the second swing coming.
WAM!
Ranma flew into a tree, snapping the trunk in half.
The elder flew at him, her staff whirling like a cyclone. "Leave some for me son of Sparda!" She cackled and swung her staff.
The hell spawn caught the staff with both hands. "Stut up you old prune!" Ranma yelled. He then used the staff as a spring board and launched himself into the air.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
"AGH!"
Dante kept the black gun pointed at Ranma and holstered the other, following by reaching for the Rebellion restrapped on his back. "I didn't know hellspawn spoke." He muttered, watching Ranma sprawl on the ground, 5 gunshot wounds on his back.
"Hmm.. Possibly an intelligent one." Cologne added. She hobbled to the side of the hell spawn. "Let us get rid of it now son of Sparda." She held the staff in her right hand, readying for a powerblow to the top of the head that would kill Ranma.
Ranma cursed at his luck. He would NOT be defeated! He felt his body attempt to heal and fail. The magical bullets of Dante's gun would mean death to any demon if shot correctly. Wait... A human girl? Coming this way?! "I will... not... Lose!" The girl came closer every second.
Dante readied the hammer on Ebony. "I thought you were stronger than this hell spawn." Dante's eyes... They seemed to almost hold... Was it ... Pity?
*"Great-grandmother!? I heard gunshots! Great-grandmother?!"* Shampoo shouted into the darkness, unaware of the potential danger.
Ranma grinned at their sudden disawareness. The hell spawn forced himself up and kicked the gun out of Dante's hand. Then using Dante as a springboard, he dashed ahead and heard gun shots from behind. The hell spawn was right. He was too fast for them to catch up. Oh, not only gunshots by the way. But very colorfull words.
Cologne stared at the hell spawn, color drained fom her face, making it as white as her hair. No! Not again! My daughter!
Ranma leaped behind Shampoo before she even noticed and held her fast. *"Who are you?! Let me go! Let me go!"* The Amazon struggled and tried to break free using the Ultimate Heartbreaker via kick to the groins but to no avail.
"Let her go!" Cologne yelled.
Dante snarled. "I thought you were diffrent from the other spawn." He called out. Ranma flinched as if hit. Even if he wasn't human, he still had honor. Dante held both guns out, just waiting for a shot. Ranma knew Dante could take a headshot right now and end it. The hell spawn new he was good enough. What stopped him?
Ranma walked the lavender haired girl in a headlock till he stood next to the motorcycle. The hell spawn looked Dante in the eyes. "Son of Sparda, I never lose. But two on one isn't a fair fight either. Another time," Ranma kicked Shampoo from his grip, sending her flying towards Cologne. "Another place."
As quick as he could start the engine, Ranma jumped on the bike and rode off. Thus in the wake of the night, he survived the fight with two of the worlds greatest. Even if by a thread. But now Ranma Saotome left the two greatest in the darkness, the endless jungle void being their mockery of failure.
Ranma revved the engine up as he sped off. He had a target. The plan would be to go from the weakest of protectors to the strongest. First target... He assimilated the information in the night's breeze. Akane Tendo, heir of the school of Anything Goes Martial Arts, location, Nerima.
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End Chapter
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Did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you want to put me in a canon and send me flying?
So whaddya think? Was I in character? Heh, I'll need some more information on demon hunters and anime. Lookin' for ideas as well. So, please review.
1: The basic Spawn costume
2: Think Diablo from Diablo II
3: I can't remember fully, but this goes with the Seven Hells thingy
P.S. here is a little info for those who haven't played Devil May Cry.
Sparda was the original demon who forced all the demons off of Earth back when the Devil ran the show. Dante is his son, and if what the last mission on #2 says is correct, he is even better than his father.
Please review.
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Genma ran down the muddy streets, running like one who Death had approached and asked for change for a dollar. His face was streak white, his gi with streaks of red splattered across it. People tried to ask him what was a matter, but their voices where left behind in the wind.
He was fraught mad with the images in his head, the images of the blood... the images of his son...If only he could find help! Like the Master! No... maybe not the Master, but maybe someone else! Perhaps a priest or something! Yeah right, Genma cried with closed eyes as his feet left imprints in the deep, he didn't think any amount of Intervention, Divine or not could help save his son now!
*-*-* Down the road say six, seven miles away *-*-*
Ranma Saotome, a mere boy of seven, or at least that is what it said on the birth certificate, lay decimated, his flesh was torn and singed like it itself was old tattered cloth. "Pa... Papa..." He cried. Ranma's body was ripped, and one thing kept it from being completely torn were the innards that connect either ends. A miracle would be proclaimed that because his heart still beat. But a body glowing with flames, holding the remains of the child, said elsewise.
"Pathetic... You long for the one who left you? He let's you bleed and left you to satisfy my stomach? One that could easily consume more than ten men the size of your father." He held the child none to softly, but none too harshly. "Hmm... He still beats with innocense. What innocense.... If perhaps I could corrupt him.." The demon smirked at his plaything.
"Papa!" The little child squirmed in the demon's grasp.
The demon raised his head to the sky and cackled then returned his look at the child, more appropriatly, his heart. "You have a great potential little one.." He let his mouth form a grim smile. "Perhaps enough for us to win this war?"
The flames died down, or seemingly did so, for now the body of the demon evoked invisible, unbearable waves to all natural life. Trees bent and twisted in abhorred ways, like tortured souls that screamed in unsounding agony, plants turned black and blue, some started to light a kindle but not spread beyond barely a spark. But in all of this, the demon was the most horrible of all.
His forearms where thin and bony but sinewy all the same, the elbows protruded spides and the fingers that held the child where strong with curved compressed ivory nails. His chest was thinly stretched with flesh, though in itself was stronger than iron, sculpted out it's own bones. The head protruded two tusks silvery as steel, but moon immatating color., the fangs jutted out and in like opposing knives. The legs looked like stelagtites, rocky and firm. The demon's toes came out in human imitation, but ended in talons.
His whole body seemed unhealthy, his breath seemed decay... And the only living thing on him, was the child that was on the verge of death himself, only kept alive by the whim of the demon.
"Maybe you could be our little hellbringer.." The demon chuckled. "Yes... Perhaps you could see your father again? I wonder what the master would say." With a roar, he sent out a forcfull explosion from the waves he was producing.
"Papa! PAPAAAA!!!!"
Then, the demon vanished, leaving a giant sizzling creator in his place.
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Nine or Ten some odd years down the line
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"You WRETCH! You will do this till your soul fades away! Now do it again! Right this time!" The demon yelled.
A human form struggled to bring itself to it's knees. "Shut up! I don't see you doing anything!" The voice came in three's, a childs voice, perhaps one of seven, a teenagers voice, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, and a deeper voice like the demon's. Yet they where all undoubtably male.
They trained in the pits of hell itself. The demon before the male stood with his arms crossed, looking pissed at the male. "Hurry fool! You grow slack!" The demon shouted. "You sound like a fallen angel there! Griping about your wounds!" He clenched his jaws. "Now get up!"
"What did you just call me?" The male growled and ran towards the demon. His skin was black and finely toned, black like dark jet it was. His eyes shown out in a sick bright green colour, surrounded by bleach white marks (1). "TO OBLIVION WITH YOU!" The male roared in agony and in anger as he forced his body to change.
SHINKTT!
SHINKTT!
With in an second his arms turned into elongated blades that attatched themselves to his arms. The demon threw his head back and laughed at the male, who in return yelled and increased his speed. When the male was within range, the demon lashed out with a front kick to the shin, completely shattering the male's right leg.
"UGH!"
The male faultered, but swung his blades, narrowly slicing thinly at the demon's legs. The male grunted in exhertion and healed his kneecap. "RAAAH!" With that, he spun around and uppercutted the demon, the blades on his arm slicing his chest.
"Stupid wretch!" The demon yelled, clutching the wound. "Do what you are told!" The demon snarled as the wound healed itself. "You can do better than that!"
The male snarled back. He crossed his hands over his chest and concentrated. Slowly, the fires in hell started to wrap around him, consuming his body untill it shown like a blood red star. "GAHENA TAKABISHA!"
BLAM!
The demon flew backwards into the cavern wall as a red fireball, two meters in diameter, 28.26 cubic feet in area, and containing lots of power, collided with him, leaving his important body parts open for display.
"I hope that's good enough for ya, bakayaro-sensei." With a smirk, the male bowed and walked off.
The demon grumbled at his student. For 357 years, he had taught that boy! Or at least in hell years, and he was being defeated by the stupid runt. The demon crawled forward. They had been fighting on the Plateau of Pain, so richly named because it was indeed the training place of the underworld. The place where the great Diablo III came practice before he terrorized the upper realms! To think, he, a full fleged captain of the Devil's Briggade lost to a stupid hell spawn he raised! If it wasn't for D-sama he'd, he'd -
"Is he ready yet?"
"D-Sama!" The demon yelled out in surprise. D-sama, the lord of the fallen, ruler of Hell (elected), dude from down under, and other names had come finally to take that pain in the --- er, hell spawn away finally! "He should be ready." The demon mummbled. He would have stood in attention but he was a bit preoccupied holding inside his innards. "I trained the wretch long enough."
"You WILL respect the hell spawn!"
"Why should I?! He isn't anything to me!"
"HELL SPAWN CLASS A CHAMPION ACCESS"
The demon let go of large intestines which caught on a rock and punctured and spilled out its uh.... recycled material. "WHAT?! I've served your father faithfully for several millenia and I never recieved a promotion once!" He was about to go on when his liver fell out into the lava river.
"SILENCE!" The Devil yelled. The captain fell backward "BEGONE BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO ASH AND FEED YOUR REMAINS TO THE TORTURED!"
The demon's hands fell limp at his sides, his face(?) went stark white and he ran for all his ability, occasionally tripping on his small intestine.
*-*-* Hell Spawn's chambers*-*-*
"I wonder what's taking him so long." The hell spawn muttered and paced around in his 'room'. It was made of onyx, the chairs, bed, even the table was carved from it. It was the life of a spartan. "Stupid moron. He probably fell into the river." He snorted at the thought of the large demon flailing helplessly in the lava river.
"Your training is over little one."
The hell spawn did a spinning front flip and landed in his sensai's stance. "Who's there?" He shouted out.
A humanoid demon, red scales, spikes, talons.. Overall bad guy, stood at the entrance. (2)
"Who the heavan are you?" He called back.
"I am the Devil of this Hell." (3)
The hell spawn laughed. "Y-you?! Hahahahah! You have to be kidding me! The old fart was stronger than you! HAHAHAHA!" The hell spawn laughed at the ruler of the underworld, and soon, he was sucking in air, holding his sides from his laughter.
"SILENCE!" The image shouted. The shockwave from his voice sent the hell spawn flying into the wall making cracks in the onyx walls around him. "Now that I have your attention... Your purpose is to go to the upperworld. Once there you will weaken their forces by sacrificing their defenders to me." Diablo raised his arm and clenched it tight. "After their strongest have fallen, we will take that pitifull escuse for a planet and use it's souls to overthrow heavan."
"Ugh... " He struggled to a knee.. "So you want me to kill some people.." Ranma smirked at the Devil. "What do I get out of it? Why can't you go?"
Diablo laughed and turned his back on him. "Those angels locked me down here years ago and trusted the seal with their descendents and those on Earth." He cracked his knuckles one fist at a time. "You will be given power beyond..." The devil thought about it for a minute.
Hell spawn rose to his feet."Beyond what?"
"Power enough to rule one of the 7 hells. If you wish of more, complete your tasks now!" Diablo said to him. He walked towards the exit. "You will need a new body. Your current flesh is of no good. Jusenkyo will provide you with a magical body undetectable by Heavan."
"Jusenkyo?"
Diablo looked over his shoulder. "It means, Springs of Sorrow. My forefather cursed the grounds, killing the populace. There he also struck a magic bed which kept the souls from reaching heavan. Other hellspawn have used Jusenkyo. Thier forms have helped them."
Then the Devil looked at the Hell spawn. "Tell me boy.. Are you afraid?"
The Hell spawn clenched his fists. "I ain't afraid of nothin'!" He yelled.
"Good. That is good..." The devil began to walk off. "You will be transported to Jusenkyo via magic. Don't worry about packing. Oh yes... Your name... Your sensei held it for power over you. Never give your true name to an angel. They will use it against you, the truth will break you if they find out."
The hell spawn's strength waned quickly and he fell to the floor. What was going on? The room started spinning and his stomach felt like it had been trampled on by a 10ton Oni demon.
"RANMA SAOTO---"
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Akane Tendo awoke with a start, soaked with sweat. 'That same dream.' She brought her knees to her chest. 'No not that same dream again.' Sobs broke through her night gown slowly as pale light trickled through the windowcill. The dream had taken her to her mother's death bed. Akane had been holding her mother's hand when the matriarch died, saying that she felt the angels pulling her to Heavan.
She stiffled her tears and put a cap on it all again. She had to be strong now, dreams or no.
Akane slipped quietly into her uniform, feeling melancholy through her bones. Her mantra about hating boys had ended years ago. It stopped around when Uncle Genma came around and helped her father get back on his feet. Uncle Genma had taught her the art, and how to conceal her feelings like hate and sorrow. She had learned well.....
Soft noises where heard as she made her way to the kitchen.
She learned very well indeed.
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In Heavan
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A lone figure knelt in a place of clouds, his knee compressing in the fog-like cloud and listened to some one above physical form.
"Do you know your mission Light-bearer?"
A figure in a tatered mantle that rapped condencingly around him nodded in response. He wore no hood and held his head down as to not allow anyone to see his face. His clothes where loose and humble, dusty and caked in dirt. His bootswhere toughed from their long wear as if it had gained callouses from their continous use. "I understand Raphael-san." He replied.
"Good. I will drop you in Jusenkyo after his return to the middle realm. You must choose a form for yourself there to disquise yourself in."
The location the figure was in was only noticable in location from the thick, enveloping fog that floated around. It held no boundaries, just stoped flowing at parts, signifieing there was no where to go.
"Raphael-san. How am I to recieve help if I need it? How can I conquer -it-." The figure spat at the last word.
"You will not need our help Light-bearer. All you need is your name, from which we have saved from you even this day." The figure looked upward, letting sacred light bathe on his face, the mark of his trials on his forehead, a bandanna of silver luster. He smiled into the light as he heard his name spoken to him. "Ryoga Hibiki, go to the world, protect it, and keep the hell spawn from destroying it."
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Ranma Saotome expanded nature's vocabulary as the embodiement fumed down a path. "Why the heavan did I have to fall into that spring?!" Ranma's voice carried as melodiously as a gentle humming bird... with a twenty-two behind it's back. "Ow.. Ouch...OwowowowowOOOOOW!! DANG TWIGS! STUPID HUMANS WHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE SUCH SOFT SKIN?!"
An angry redhead stomped off in the general direction of the Amazon Village. Regular people would have said, that at the speed she was moving, and in her condition... They would call it... streaking.
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Dante started the engine on his mortor cycle. Lucia will have to find her own way to deal with herself... despite how much it pained him. The son of Sparda sniffed once and no more. He revved it up and left. Dante felt a new pull... One that was as strong as the one towards the Arcana.
He would not let any more suffer by something so powerfull.
With the Rebellion strapped to his back and his two pistols, Ebony and Ivory, at his sides... Dante, the son of the great Sparda, left to slay another demon.
All the while, Dante's amulent glew dimly.
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In the midst of space, an entity foresaw the black. She foresaw the destruction of peace. Or possibly... The preservation? This... Ranma was to be watched... If he did not cause chaos, then the crystal dream would be a reality. If not...
The Senshi of Time gripped her staff tightly, her gloves grinding from pressure.
Then God help them all.
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Cologne broke out of her meditations. A powerfull lifesource was heading this way. She grabbed her staff and ran out of the house. "Great-grandmother? What's a matter?" Shampoo asked sleepily, the elder's sudden movement and making actual noise woke her up.
"Go back to sleep Xian Pu. There is something I have to take care of." Shampoo seemed to buy her excuse and laid back down on her futon.
Cologne ran out into the jungle. A stranger would get lost, but the elder had traveled these woods for years. As such, she knew exactly were to go. What was that sound....
A motor?
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Ranma cursed her luck. Just great. Now Dante had found her. Ranma willed the human body to disapear and his battle form to come to surface. Dante was a legend and a horror to the demon realm. Being te heir to the legacy of the great Sparda who forced the demons off of the middle realm, he pulled alot of weight.
Now a he, Ranma clung to the limbs of a tree and forced his chi to mix with the tree's, turning him invisible. Dante would be on him any time now. If only he had a diversion!
*"You there, you tresspass on the grounds of the Amazons."* A whithered crown barked out to the oncoming vehicle. She held a staff and stood maybe 3".... Wait... Ranma's claws dug into the tree bark. Not Cologne of the Amazons! Not her too! Ranma snarled slightly. Just his luck.
A human riding an aged motor cycle screeched to a stop just before Cologne. He wore a red trenchcoat and wore armor. A black sword was strapped to his back and pistols at his sides. Ranma sniffed the air... Yes, he was a half-demon. This was the great Dante. "Listen. You are in a very dangerous position." Dante reached to his sides and approached Cologne.
Cologne's eyes widened. He spoke English. And an intruder as well...
Ranma froze, his eyes widened. Could Dante sense him?! "I'd suggest you move." Dante told Cologne quietly. "NOW!" Dante pulled out his black and white pistols and started fireing exactly at Ranma.
"What?!" Cologne yeleld as she watched the bullets fly in the wind.
"GRR!" Ranma rolled off the tree limb and onto the ground, the bullets narrowly missing him, flying by harmlessly. Now that he was on the ground, he was visible. And was in dead sight of two of the most dangerous demon slayers in the world... Living that is. "Oh... Shit...."
Cologne whipped out her legendary staff, blessed by the most honored spirits, and took a position. "I see... You fancy yourself a demonslayer boy?" She raised an eyebrow at Dante but didn't blink. "Then let's defeat him before he get's away."
Dante smirked. He looked Ranma in the eyes. What was it he wanted? Dante wondered. He has pride... Too much pride to run without a fight... Dante showed his pistols to Ranma and holstered them, pulling out the Rebellion. "He isn't just a demon you old goat." He remarked, pointing at the hell spawn with the tip. "This one is a Hell Spawn."
Ranma fell into position. To heavan if he was going to go down without a fight. "So? You have a problem son of Sparda?"
Cologne eyed her ally wearily. "You have much to explain young one." She focused on Ranma again. "Let us end this fight."
Ranma thought of all the spells he could use. Stupid sensei, if only he had allowed Ranma to master minions, this wouldn't be so hard! "Then just bring it." Ranma changed his stance again, standing with both hands behind his back. To Cologne, she knew he was ready. To Dante... He knew Ranma was up to something.
"RAAAH!" Dante charged forward, swinging forward with the Rebellion. Ranma leaped back, the swing going under him, 'If this is all to Dante, no sweat.' He didn't see the second swing coming.
WAM!
Ranma flew into a tree, snapping the trunk in half.
The elder flew at him, her staff whirling like a cyclone. "Leave some for me son of Sparda!" She cackled and swung her staff.
The hell spawn caught the staff with both hands. "Stut up you old prune!" Ranma yelled. He then used the staff as a spring board and launched himself into the air.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
"AGH!"
Dante kept the black gun pointed at Ranma and holstered the other, following by reaching for the Rebellion restrapped on his back. "I didn't know hellspawn spoke." He muttered, watching Ranma sprawl on the ground, 5 gunshot wounds on his back.
"Hmm.. Possibly an intelligent one." Cologne added. She hobbled to the side of the hell spawn. "Let us get rid of it now son of Sparda." She held the staff in her right hand, readying for a powerblow to the top of the head that would kill Ranma.
Ranma cursed at his luck. He would NOT be defeated! He felt his body attempt to heal and fail. The magical bullets of Dante's gun would mean death to any demon if shot correctly. Wait... A human girl? Coming this way?! "I will... not... Lose!" The girl came closer every second.
Dante readied the hammer on Ebony. "I thought you were stronger than this hell spawn." Dante's eyes... They seemed to almost hold... Was it ... Pity?
*"Great-grandmother!? I heard gunshots! Great-grandmother?!"* Shampoo shouted into the darkness, unaware of the potential danger.
Ranma grinned at their sudden disawareness. The hell spawn forced himself up and kicked the gun out of Dante's hand. Then using Dante as a springboard, he dashed ahead and heard gun shots from behind. The hell spawn was right. He was too fast for them to catch up. Oh, not only gunshots by the way. But very colorfull words.
Cologne stared at the hell spawn, color drained fom her face, making it as white as her hair. No! Not again! My daughter!
Ranma leaped behind Shampoo before she even noticed and held her fast. *"Who are you?! Let me go! Let me go!"* The Amazon struggled and tried to break free using the Ultimate Heartbreaker via kick to the groins but to no avail.
"Let her go!" Cologne yelled.
Dante snarled. "I thought you were diffrent from the other spawn." He called out. Ranma flinched as if hit. Even if he wasn't human, he still had honor. Dante held both guns out, just waiting for a shot. Ranma knew Dante could take a headshot right now and end it. The hell spawn new he was good enough. What stopped him?
Ranma walked the lavender haired girl in a headlock till he stood next to the motorcycle. The hell spawn looked Dante in the eyes. "Son of Sparda, I never lose. But two on one isn't a fair fight either. Another time," Ranma kicked Shampoo from his grip, sending her flying towards Cologne. "Another place."
As quick as he could start the engine, Ranma jumped on the bike and rode off. Thus in the wake of the night, he survived the fight with two of the worlds greatest. Even if by a thread. But now Ranma Saotome left the two greatest in the darkness, the endless jungle void being their mockery of failure.
Ranma revved the engine up as he sped off. He had a target. The plan would be to go from the weakest of protectors to the strongest. First target... He assimilated the information in the night's breeze. Akane Tendo, heir of the school of Anything Goes Martial Arts, location, Nerima.
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End Chapter
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Did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you want to put me in a canon and send me flying?
So whaddya think? Was I in character? Heh, I'll need some more information on demon hunters and anime. Lookin' for ideas as well. So, please review.
1: The basic Spawn costume
2: Think Diablo from Diablo II
3: I can't remember fully, but this goes with the Seven Hells thingy
P.S. here is a little info for those who haven't played Devil May Cry.
Sparda was the original demon who forced all the demons off of Earth back when the Devil ran the show. Dante is his son, and if what the last mission on #2 says is correct, he is even better than his father.
